It's a hidden cave.

The cave winds and turns, reaching the belly of the mountain. In the center of the mountain is a huge cave that is ten stories high, with a myriad of stalactites and stone pillars that stand up to the sky, supporting the stone dome and glowing moss to make this cave strange and beautiful.

When it comes to fantasy and grandeur, this hidden cave with no traces of man-made is not inferior to the dark underworld. The only difference was that the deep underground pool in the center was not clear water, but a scarlet, viscous liquid.

It was blood, but strangely enough, the deep pool where the blood gathered did not have the slightest fishy smell, but a wonderful fragrance.

The pools of blood were dotted with stone slabs, some of which could hold up to ten people lying on their backs, while others could only settle down. They are dotted like stars, reaching the center of the blood pool.

In the center was a pure black stone, which thumped like a heart, and its beating frequency was slow but powerful, as if it was giving birth to some huge giant, and each beat would make the otherwise peaceful pool of blood ripple slightly.

That meaningless is the legendary item of the Necronomicon series - the Darkest Holy. Gloria used its properties to trick Charlotte from the city, instantly transforming the people who had taken the potion into necromancy, and nearly putting the brilliant young people in despair.

And at this moment, the Darkest Holiness is operating here as the core of the Undead Scourge, causing the alliance to suffer heavy losses and exhaustion.

Gloria and Malthus were here, standing on the edge of a pool of blood discussing things. Around the blood pool, the necromancers who maintain the operation of the undead calamity come and go, and some spell nodes are unpresiding, and those mages are blatantly lazy and let the undead calamity run freely in front of the two of them. This is not impossible, but the progress is undoubtedly much slower than autonomous control.

But the two leaders, who turn a blind eye to the laziness of their subordinates, is really incomprehensible.

At this time, Villeret, dressed in a scarlet dress, walked over. It shouldn't be appropriate to say that it is a dress, it is a scarlet dress with long sleeves on the upper body and a split hem at the front. Wellett's brown-haired shawl this time looks fashionable and eye-catching.

She walked up to the two of them, nodding at Malthus with a cold expression, and then with an intimate smile on her charming face as she looked at Gloria.

Malthus wasn't annoyed, just shrugged his shoulders with a self-deprecating smile.

It is worth mentioning that Willett's status is actually no lower than that of Malthus and Gloria. To be precise, she represents a huge force led by the Christian family, and this force has decided to support Gloria in the battle for the Throne of Souls.

In other words, it's pretty much the same as supporting Claire's death proclamation Nesta behind her back.

As a staunch supporter of Sylvia, Nesta represents the weakening old-fashioned forces. They adhere to the principle of seclusion and are unwilling to seek more benefits for the undead. Because of this, their power, which once controlled everything, continued to decline and became incompatible with the new faction.

However, the Christian family is not a member of the nascent radical faction, to be precise, they are the centrist party, and they support wherever there is interest. And Gloria now represents the future interests of their clan.

Regarding the complexity of the power of the Soul Seat, I can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights. So let's put this on hold for now, and let's get back to the rest.

Vellet smiled affectionately at Gloria, and said, "My men have received word that they have found poor Bob. ”

"Hmm. Gloria was neither happy nor sad, her violet pupils were hazy, and when she didn't meet something of interest, she seemed to be thinking about something forever, and as if she didn't think about anything.

But the corners of Malthus's lips curled wider, "Did they find anything?"

Villerit glanced at Gloria, and when she didn't say anything, she replied, "I don't know. My people don't dare to approach them, they have two root artifacts, and their sense of energy is far beyond imagination. But even if I can't get close, I can guess the ending, so what will they be able to discover?"

"Not necessarily. Malthus was reserved with an inconspicuous sense of pride.

Violet looked at him with a smirk, "Just laugh, conspirators! Bob is a true descendant of the Christian family, and he really thinks that I have been guarding against him, that I really made an excuse to cut off his limbs and bury them in a bottle, and that he really hates me to the bone, and he even really thinks that it was his so-called reliable source that made him guess the core of the disaster. Whether it's Charlotte's self-satisfying mental spells, or Claire's masterful soul-searching spells, no matter how much they try, the answers they come up with will only be true. But truth is not infallible, because it is only true from Bob's narrow point of view. ”

Malthus smiled on his face, and it seemed that he was indeed very happy with his plan.

Gloria suddenly poured cold water on her, "They really can't find a loophole, but the question is, will they believe it?"

Malthus looked at him and saw that Gloria's violet eyes were still misty, as if it weren't her who had just spoken.

But they had to believe it, to be precise, they didn't dare to bet on it. Isn't it?" Malthus raised an eyebrow.

Gloria stopped speaking again, as if in deep thought.

"Anyway, get ready, my ally. Malthus probably didn't want to spend too much time with Gloria, and now that the matter was over, he hurriedly said goodbye to his allies, "Soon, we'll be able to achieve our goal." Just take advantage of that trap and we'll be able to defeat them in one fell swoop!"

Malthus departed, and it was only then that Gloria seemed to come to her senses, and the mist in her violet eyes had cleared. At this moment, her temperament changed greatly, and her upper lip was slightly upturned, like a witch in the forest who instantly changed to a proud princess.

"He lacks energy!" Gloria said to Malthus, "I'm sure that if it weren't for that trap, Malthus wouldn't have dared to make a move on Claire and Charlotte who got together." ”

Villette thought about Malthus's style of doing things in the past, nodded, and had to admit that Gloria had a point.

"Wellet, you remember. Gloria's voice remained proud, "I don't know if I will ever be able to lift up that great and majestic throne, but I'm sure Malthus won't be the one to lift it." If I had to say anything, I would think that Claire, who has little roots, is better than him, and that's the real reason why I would team up with Malthus against him. The so-called Eagle Scepter is really just an excuse or an add-on. ”

"Well, I remember. Willy nodded, "But I think you can do it!"

"Well, of course, I'm proud Gloria!" said Gloria, looking at the blackest holiness in the middle of the pool of blood, with her head held high with pride.

"Hmm!"

But Villerite didn't notice the gloom in Gloria's eyes.

- So...... I mean, if I do fail, remember what I say today, Villeret, and don't choose to support Malthus......